Squash surprise

Plants are truly the craziest things. I've been watering two enormous pots of squash plants all summer. They continually have tons of blossoms, but I've never seen a squash on the plant.

Yesterday I watered again after work (it's been brutally hot here this week) and to my total shock, I saw this little guy growing:



The plant had turned itself a bit because of some wind and suddenly I noticed THIS:




It had been growing there all along! My plan for tomorrow's dinner is some stir fry with homegrown squash. It looks like there are more where this guy came from...

The next gardener in the family

I was away in Iowa for a little while and Chris was in charge of the watering. He did such a good job that TOMATOES GREW!

Sleepy squash blossoms

I love how these squash blossoms really look like they're in the fetal position... sleepy and waking up slowly as they grow.

Tomato buds?

Will these buds become tomatoes? Or more branches? Pretty weird and fuzzy and alien-looking, huh?

The squash race.

Here's an interesting study: plant four healthy squash plants in two different pots (one green, one blue) and put them on opposite ends of the garden. See which one grows faster.

Blue bin squash: for a while, this one had the most blossoms. But other than a little growth, these guys are still roughly the same size that they were when I moved them outside.



Now take in the green bin squash. I wonder if Chris has been adding something magic to them when I'm not looking.





It's a race for a squash... I'll keep you updated.

HOLY CRUD, IT'S A SUNFLOWER!

I mean, I planted those seeds and put some water in the pot everyday and stuck the pot in the sun, but I think in the back of my mind I was always pretty sure that sunflowers were not going to come out of that process. Not Van Gogh-worthy sunflowers!

And yet here's one, the smallest one, who just opened itself this morning. This is awesome.

Face plant into a flower by a bee.

This bee loves one of our Calibracoa (million bells) plants. Yesterday I caught him flirting with some pretty orange ones, yellow pollen dust following him out of each flower he met.